They put me on a pedestal I can’t afford to fall from,
Citing my wicked gaze as the driver of my stardom.
I bow down low just to hide my childish fears,
Then scream into a red void with no one to hear.
They tell me to act human but treat me like a doll.
Their necks bend and break when they lose the controls.
Not sure who I was, only that I caused disasters.
I am their sacrifice,
I am also the puppet master.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 